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her paws feel the ground, claws scraping against the cold dirt, cutting into the earth as she runs; runs fast, faster and faster until she's left panting and catching shallow breaths. she escaped again to her trainers desmay, started with bright eyes as he glared down at her, and before he could recall her back to that god-awful capsule she ran. straight out the door, through the lawn and towards the route from her memory. the one of tall grass and little bugs; of trees and bushes she would run through. she hears the footsteps approaching and her ears twitch, her head turns and there the man is. “will you please just stop running,” he asks, receiving a swift wag of the tail in response. it’s a game to her, one of which she isn’t ready to stop. a howl and kick of her legs send the poochyenas body flying in the opposite direction, leaving the man to grip the pokeball in a firmer grasp. “of course not.”
It's been an hour since he...she...it's been given to him. It's been two hours since he's met the famous Hoenn professor. Three hours since he's arrived in Littleroot, and Four hours since he last visited the cemetery giving a final goodbye. Nervousness and worry fill the air around him as the towns lights disappear farther and farther into the distance. He's fled the town only to be alone with his thoughts, his doubts, and fears only to realize he's never truly alone now. The larva pokemon travels on his shoulder halfway awake, He's unsure if whether this is a blessing or a curse, but he tries not to linger on it.
A number of footsteps in his direction drag the man out of his stupor, his eyes trail toward the shadows only to find a dog and a man not too far behind. "String shot." His voice is low as he commands the Larvesta a white ropey like substance flowing out of the pokemon's mouth soon after hoping to slow the dog pokemon down. It was a common pokemon in Hoenn, Poochyena could almost be found anywhere in the region, and were common house pets. His focus returns to the trainer his melancholy expression transforming into a half smile of sorts,
he shouldn't complain when it comes to a free gift, but when it has a tendency of running away and leaving him with only the choice but to chase after it he can’t help but feel his words turn bitter. it could be worse, he keeps telling himself, but when he watches the canine turn tail and dash he can’t fathom how. she’s a little too much, a shining example of why pokemon aren’t his favorite things; a strange quirk in a world so attracted to them. the feral child is the exact opposite of his starter left behind in johto. too loud, too excited; and he wonders if she would be a better match with evan than himself. he’s keep up with her for the most part, occasionally losing sight in the tall grass only to see an odd movement within them to keep him on track.
a quick yelp, the bending of weeds and noah's pace quickens until he hears a small greeting from a boy he hadn’t even noticed was there. “uh, hey--” his eyes are wary to leave the canine a few feet infront of him, watching her lick and gnaw at the substance attached to her paws. he’s too quick to believe she’ll be gone the moment he looks away again. “you should have came around sooner,” he says, sighing the last word. “would have saved me twenty minutes of my life.”
"Sorry, hero duty ended at 8, I'm off the clock." His response is almost as fast of the Poochyena. He thinks back to Rustboro and the small apartment he spent twenty years in, he was only alive for nineteen of them. The rules, and guidelines that were instilled in him there despite countless protests, and rogue behavior. Still somehow he'd managed to find his way. Or rather she'd managed to find his way. Feelings of helplessness worm their way into his being, but don't cement themselves. 'If you can help someone, don't hesitate.' she said, and so he hadn't.
"Better late than never, right?" He forces himself back into present, it's dark but he can still read the man's features slightly taller than him, the body of an athlete or a bouncer maybe. The man's eyes are opposite his own, a cool imposing blue, that would unnerve any normal person in his opinion. Larvesta scuttles down it's trainers side interested in the pokemon much more than the human. "So other than a disobedient Poochyena what brings another trainer to the outskirts of town this late." He nods over to a bench nearby as he finishes soon after waving the other trainer over. Not like either of them we're gonna make it too far this late.
NOTES: yeah i actually go to bed tbh. TAGGED: NOAH WYSS
he can’t believe his luck, and by that it seems just like the universe to twist his fate around this wild child. she’s far too different than the totodile he had gotten when he was a child. it’s a change of pace noah can’t see as good, at least not a few days into their forced relationship. honestly she would have been a better match for evan. “of course it does,” he mutters under his breath, a half a step towards the down canine prompting a snarl in response.his eyes narrow towards the bared teeth, retreating back not out of fear but of acceptance of her request for space. at least the string shot would keep her still for some time.
he catches the nod towards the bench but hangs back for a second, too wary of leaving the dog unattended before giving up just as quickly as he stays. if she wants to run off into the night to never be seen then she could be his guest. he could continue his journey without such an annoying partner anyway. “no other reason, just that.” he says almost crudely, and this time he doesn’t mean for his annoyance to slip into his tone. at least not to a strange who helped corral that troublemaker for him. it’s only now that he’s closer and his eyes are allowed to see the face that he notices how he looks. red hair, red eyes -- he almost laughs at the similarities. “you think that professor will let me trade her back for something more manageable?” he’s half serious when he says it. or maybe three fourths.
she can hear him talk but she pays him no mind. there’s something sticking to her fur, pulling at it every which way that sends waves of aggravation. it makes the hair on her back stand on edge, bristles her tail out and leaves her gnawing at the substance with her canines. she’s too focused on her attempt to be free that she doesn’t realize the company coming to her, and when she does her head stands still in the air. her tongue flourishes against her teeth, licking at the nights air as she watches, waiting for whatever to come near her.
ooc • figured i'd have the poochyena reacting to his larvesta going towards her/ just moving off miles.
The sun has almost entirely set, while the moon takes its place in the sky. The temperature drops ever so slightly a northern breeze passing through every so often. The lack of sun makes room for the stars overhead, he's always loved the stars even in his youth he dreams of moving closer reaching out. He can't help but watch them as the man speaks, a little more jaded than he expected. Not too long ago he would have responded with hostility of his own, a part of him still wants to. He's learning how to step into another's shoes so to speak, one of the final lessons she taught, before she joined the stars he holds so dearly.
"Rough day then?" It's more of a confirmation then a question as his attention turns from what's above to what or rather who's in front of him. He meets the man's gaze it feels as if he's sizing him up, or something of the sort he takes no offense as he'd done the same thing only a moment ago. "Call me crazy, but I don't think it works like that friend." He chuckles under his breath, "But you know they say beggars can't be choosers." His attention turns toward the poochyena whose looking a bit more feral now. He's watching Larvesta carefully, whose moved back ever so slightly since the pokemon bared its fangs.
The small bug pokemon rears up on it's hind legs attempting to communicate with the other pokemon if he has to guess he thinks the larva is attempting to wave. Don't go too far Larvesta." his tone is adamant but calm, the larvesta understands, but ignores the trainer far too interested in the canine to heed any kind of warning. "Looks like yours isn't the only disobedient one."
NOTES: I was tired don't judge me. TAGGED: NOAH WYSS
it’s too hopeful a thought to think getting rid of the poochyena would be that easy. that walking into the lab would magically solve his problem of a disobedient hound. plus, even if by some miracle the professor did allow him a tradeoff he knows he’d hear it from evan. it would be days before he would let it go, or weeks maybe. god forbid if it continued for a whole month. his hand comes up, presses against the side of his neck and he leans into it. a whole month or more hearing evan rant about how he can’t believe noah traded in his starter, repeating the same lines over and over again; it was exhausting even thinking about it.
“i wouldn’t really call myself a beggar.” but he guesses taking a freebie and leaving his other pokemon behind in johto didn’t exactly leave him with many options either. his eyes watch the pokemon away from them, turning his attention back to the redhead with a small scoff under his breath. “at least yours doesn’t take it upon herself to run off on her own.” it really is exhausting having her around, he thinks, “if you want we can trade our disobedient pokemon. you look capable of running fast after the mutt when she takes off.”
her ears twitch but her attention is stuck on the bug before her, raising up on its hind legs to which she lowers her head. she licks the air, lets out a small growl -- and she means no harm in how it sounds. it’s her way of saying hello, of curiously wishing for it to get closer. her tail wags, a lone part of her body not caught up in that sticky substance on her fur (of which she still wants off) and she keeps her head down, eyes watching the little bug.
"Hard pass, I've gotten accustomed to mine, and it's a little cute." His 'no thanks' is more than casual as he watches the two pokemon interact. Now praying the poochyena doesn't decide to eat the bug. To be fair the canine pokemon seems far less angry or annoyed than it was prior. Instead its simply excited which was far less worrying. He couldn't help but smirk as the Larvesta makes a new friend.
"Sorry friend." He drops the topic there shrugging, no attempt to give advice on training as he had none to give. This was day one and he doesn't know shit about taking care of pokemon, he believes it's one of those things where you learn as you go, similar to having a child or so he's heard. "This your first pokemon too then?" He can't help but assume after seeing how well poochyena was working out for him. As the conversation continues he waves the darker haired man over to the bench offering him a seat before continuing to chat.
All the while Poochyena and Larvesta get closer. The small bug type rolling over in attempt to play with the hound. was the pokemon that gullible or perhaps it had a gift of opening others up, who knows. What mattered was the fact the two were peaceful, and that's all he needs to be entirely honest.
yeah, he figures the answer would be a no. it’s for the best, he reminds himself, and it only takes a moment to think back on evans angry rants of the past to realize trading off his starter would be nothing but problems. there’d be no way in getting out of it, especially in a new region where he knew no one; nor a place to crash away from his pissy friend for however long he kept it up. still, he had to at least try, regardless of the two strikes and a future with this pokemon looming over his head. “well, can’t blame me for trying.” it didn’t hurt to ask, “count your blessings.”
he hears the question before he sees the offering of a seat, silences himself until he -- somewhat reluctantly -- heads over to be beside the stranger. idle chit-chat hasn’t been his thing in the twenty two years hes been around. actually, quite the opposite. he was the kid that walked away when strangers tried to engage him in conversation; let his sharp tongue get the better of him and uncaringly let loose remarks others would keep silent about. still, this was a new start and he had helped him wrangle that beast.
“not exactly. i have pokemon, but i left them back home in johto. for whatever reason i agreed that coming here without at least one of them would be a good idea.” he leans back in his seat, eyes narrowing at the sight of the canine in the distance. “obviously i got fucked over.” he can see the poochyena begin to roll, watch as she lays on her side -- awkwardly placing her paws to close to the other to yield to the string shot she has yet to rip off. “so i take it this is your first, huh? not a bad one considering.”
He shrugs knowing he had decent luck when it came his starter, "No doubt." His eyes focus on his own pokemon now attempting to climb the Poochyena's back. His pokemon was indeed adorable, perhaps a little too adorable at that. As the pokemon climbs another breeze blows by knocking the larva pokemon off only for it try again. He can't help but shake his head before, the taller trainer speaks up snatching his attention once again.
"Yeah, looks like its gonna be an interesting journey on my end at least." The man takes up his offer taking seat while Miles loses himself in the stars once again. "Oh so you're from Johto then." It's apparent his mind is elsewhere as he continues, "Well welcome to Hoenn then, there really isn't shit to do, but I gotta say it's a beautiful region and... if anything we have the brightest stars." He's a bit prideful when it comes to his region even if it was a little more backwater compared to places Like Unova or the Indigo regions, Still however Hoenn holds a certain charm a charm he can only appreciate more as he begins to travel through his home region.
The other trainer is right all things considered he had a pretty good pokemon. It had qualities he couldn't dream of having when it came to the larva's personality, he was able to recognize this within an hour of having it under his wing. "I wouldn't worry too much, you seem like the type of guy who'll make even the shittiest of situations work. In a word you look... Dependable. Or at least that's the vibe I get." The compliment feels out of place, but he doesn't care after all its the truth the dark haired trainer held a certain air about him, as distant as he seemed there was something more to the man, or at least that's what he thinks.
"Miles, by the way." it's neither here nor there, but he figures he should introduce himself.
NOTES: have the pokemon run wherever you want tbh. TAGGED: NOAH WYSS
I just wanna be me
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Last Edit: Jun 3, 2015 17:52:56 GMT by Miles Serran
he remembers how it felt to leave home with your first pokemon, to know that the region you had lived in for the majority of your life was now this laid out map for you to explore on your own. it was exhilarating, albeit fearful when you start out young; luckily he had started with his friend, and as for this boy -- well he didn’t look much younger than him. still, everyone took experiences like this differently. hoenn was turning out different than johto, but in the end it was all the same. at least to him. he mentions stares and almost automatically noah looks up at the nights sky, notices the hundreds of lights up above -- and silently he agrees. “yeah, that is something.” he says, too distant and low to really matter.
the stars remind him of his childhood, of how evan and he would be out -- too young to care about anything else but the moment -- and talk. talk the night away because evan never liked the silence the night brought. how they would look at the stars when night came until evan fell asleep and he followed close afterwards. and then he remembers fireworks in a city whose lights blurred out the stars above.
he’s in his own world, doesn’t notice the little antics of their pokemon a ways from them. he doesn’t watch as the poochyena stills her body, nudges her nose against the larva to help the thing up on her back -- and even if he was he wouldn’t get how happy the experience makes her. or maybe he would with the way her tail wags against the grass.
“dependable, huh.” there’s a breathless laugh after those words, a small smirk on his lips as he keeps his eyes to the stars. they’ve been brought to his attention and now he can’t seem to look away just yet. or maybe it’s the memories making the view better than what it is. “usually when a person describes me that’s one of the last things they say. but, thanks -- i guess. i’m gonna have to find a way to tame that dog one way or another since that lab doesn’t offer refunds.”
he pauses, looks away from the sky to the two pokemon; than abandons the idea of keeping watch on them and staring at his feet. “noah.” he begins, “and i wouldn’t worry too much about your journey. it starts out weird but, in the end it’s all worth it. plus, you don’t have to worry about your pokemon running away on you like i do. so you should be able to enjoy yourself.”
"What does it matter what people you don't care about think of you?" It's a lesson he had to learn for himself growing up, one that he still struggles with today. He feels like a hypocrite but still tries to pass on the information, before the topic changes to the pokemon, "Taming the dog wont be hard for you, I mean this is your second time around the whole training circuit after all.
A small grin conceals itself in the moonlight. "You're a little bit rough, but you're not a bad guy Noah." He doesn't know why exactly he says it, but he doesn't regret it either. He glances at the clock on his phone the need to move on makes itself present as the clock ticks by. Another breeze serves as a signal to move on, and so he stands stretching for a moment.
He calls Larvesta over crawls over to his person leaving the Poochyena now, She knows its time to go, and it's a little disheartening watch the pokemon say goodbye. He's not worried, honestly he has a strange feeling that he'd meet Noah down the road sooner than later.
"It's been fun chatting, Noah, but I gotta go, trying to make a way before the rush of morning trainers tomorrow, You're by far the most interesting person I've met today, and thanks for not battling me on site man." He moves from the man fading into the growing darkness. "Hopefully we meet again somewhere down the road, over coffee maybe." he calls to the man as he fades out of sight.
“i don’t care what they think,” he says, too quickly after the boy says the line of advice that had always come naturally for him. never once had he cared what others thought of him, because to him they were irrelevant to everything that mattered. it was only evans opinion that could really get to him, and (he guesses) a few others now as well. but still that list was few. the confidence in his ability to tame the canine was nice, albeit strange to hear coming from a total strange; though he wondered if talking for this long would still label the redhead as such to him. acquaintances, maybe -- was that it? no matter, noah nodded, leaning forward just a bit in his seat and attempting to find their two pokemon in the grass. they were still there, and for that he was grateful.
the next compliment catches him off guard -- and he bites his tongue not to scoff or remark on how he would even know -- and when he watches the boy look over at his phone he already knows where the conversation will lead. he stands up before miles does, placing his hand within his pocket to retrieve the pokeball the poochyena so easily escapes from. and for a moment he wonders if the thing is defective and the pokemon isn’t as smart as she lets on.
the most interesting person he met, a quick thank you for not battling him -- and this time noah laughs. doesn’t care to hide his momentary amusement on what was being said. he says nothing, keeps silent as he walks to the poochyena who looks up at him with sad eyes -- it seems she wasn’t finished playing with her new friend, and their sudden departure had left her unfulfilled. “come on. if you keep close i won’t put you back in your pokeball.”
